request from @ra-veela-claw x : Draco x reader where Draco takes care of her because she got stuck outside in the rain soaked to the bone…
sorry if its short, I can do part two if this not enough. I love draco requests guys so this made me super happy… keep sending me requests guys!!!!!
Since it was the autumn holidays at Hogwarts, and you didn’t have another home to go to at the moment, due to your auntie and uncle staying, you stayed in school. It was quiet- it was miserable; the corridors were freezing cold and outside school grounds where full of puddles. Most of your house had left, and the others all went out for the day in Hogsmeade, so you were stuck in your dorm by yourself.
You leapt out of bed, your feet hit the icy wooden floor, and your whole body shivered. It was freezing.
The fire place had ran out of wood in your dorm, and lucky you, the only place for the fire wood- that was dry- was in Hagrid’s. So as fast as you could, you found the closest matching items near you and dressed yourself, along with y/h scarf wrapped around your neck and y/h bobble hat snug on your head. Leaving your common room, you set off to Hagrid’s.
‘Hey Hagrid, how are you?’ you quivered as you entered the Gamekeepers humble hut.
‘Oh, Hey love, I’m fine. Whats up wi’ you? Why are you ‘ere?’ He handed you one of his hot chocolates, in a gigantic mug.
‘ Yeh, I’m fine thank you Hagrid,’ you took a sip of the steaming hot beverage he gave to you ‘but by any chance do you have any spare fire wood lying around, my dorm ran out you see and its bloody freezing in there!’
‘Ah-ugh, one sec there, ill have a check.’ and off he popped into the other room, hitting his head across the wooden beams.
‘- AH, found some ‘ere!’ a muffled yet loud shout came from the other room.
You stood up, taking the wood from his hands, and thanked him for the trouble you had caused. Before you went to sit back down, you heard patters on the ceiling.
‘Oh, Merlin!’ you jumped up to see that the grounds were almost instantaneously soaked by the few seconds of rain that fell. ‘Hagrid, I’m awfully sorry, but I really must go, I can’t get this wood wet or it won’t work, thankyou Hagrid I had a lovely tim-’ and you were already running back up the hill.
Your clothes were stuck firmly to your body, showing your bright coloured bra that you totally forgot about, but it didn’t bother you since you kept the wood dry. You walked the rest, looking like a drenched mess, when you come across a blond boy running towards you.
is that Draco Malfoy? It can’t be. Why would he be running to me?
And to your surprise, it was Draco. He came rushing towards where you were stood, but slowed his pace when the two of you made eye contact.
‘Er- I saw you, from the tower,’ he pointed up so you could see, ‘and you were running so, er- I came to check if you are okay? Are you okay?’ The blond boy stuttered, covering his head with, what seemed to look like, a book.
‘oh-erm, yes, i’m fine Draco, I was just getting some wood off Hagrid,’ you shivered as the rain got colder and heavier ‘the dorm had no wood for fire.’
‘ah er, y/n’ he looked down at your chest to notice your neon underwear bulging through your white shirt, ‘here, you can use this.’ his cheeks became a shade of pink, and he wore his signature smirk, before handing you his long black coat.
‘oh, Merlin sakes! I’m so sorry.’ you stammered, flustering at his remark, and obligingly took his coat, instantly covering your soaking shirt.
You looked down to hide your redness, but it was too late, he saw.
‘You know, y/n, I never thought that you would have bright coloured underwear, since you love dark colours..?’ he broke the silence, nervously laughing at the sight he had seen.
‘well, it was the only spare I had lying arou- wait how did you know I love dark colours?’ you looked back up at Draco.
His hair flopped and became messy from the rain, it almost made him look attractive. Secretly, you blame the rain, making you think delusional thoughts about him; you have never even spoken to him! But then again, his eyes- blue eyes - made contact with yours and your stomach fluttered. Are you seriously developing a crush on Draco fucking Malfoy?
‘Ah, ur,’ he hesitated, looking for an excuse, ‘you told me one time, I remember.’
‘Draco, I have never spoken to you. I think I would remember speaking to such a pretty Malfoy,” you blurted out, not realising what you actually just said.
‘Am I pretty, y/l/n?’ he grinned at your comment, and you felt helplessly under his control. How did he make you do that?
‘ugh,’ this time you hesitated, ‘I suppose so.’
You are such an idiot.
‘hm, well your not to bad yourself, love.’ he stopped walking and shuck his head at his response.
You sniggered louder than you thought, and crunched your belly.
No, if you weren’t an idiot before, now you were.
You slipped on the wet grass, falling right on your arse. Draco chuckled, but little did Draco know, you gripped on to his hand, causing the pale boy to fall with you.
‘Ah, so I see your already falling for me, huh?’ Draco smiled, causing you to mirror his image.
‘ugh’ you brushed back his blond locks behind his ear, ‘I suppose so.’
arghhhh, I was really loving this request so I started to right immediately, I hope this is okay for you lovely!
Sweaty bodies bump into Kyle as he tries to get to the back of the strip club. Coming here without his frat brothers isn’t his smartest plan. He needed to though. It has been three days since he got laid…and it isn’t that he wants to have sex again, maybe a little; he wan- no, needs to see her. So, he sits alone in an uncomfortable black booth and waits.
His shaking hands are stuffed into his yellow and blue letterman jacket while he peers around. There is very few people here; a few strippers, some businessmen, probably because it’s a Tuesday night. Slouching, he sighs inwardly; what if that girl isn’t even working tonight? This is such a stupid idea.
A pair of violet heels stop in front of Kyle. “W-why are you back and alone?” The girl whispers, clutching the grey tray to her chest.
Kyle gulps, “I want to talk t-”
“I’m working, so…” She cuts him off, shaking her head. The tiny purple hat that’s in her hair starts falling out. Avoiding him, she looks down. “I gotta make more drinks.” She huffs, playing with the tray.
Frowning, the frat boy pushes the hat up her hair; she blushes. “What if you were working and talking?” He bites his lip; not taking no for an answer. Sighing through her nose, she grabs his hand, dragging him toward the silver bar. She puts the tray down, nodding to the bartender before going down the narrow hallway. This is deja vu for him; they go in the same room. It would be a lie if Kyle said he wasn’t excited.
The door slams closed and she jabs his chest with her pointer finger, stepping forward. “Why did you call me that? Nobody calls me that during sex.” She frowns, squinting her eyes. It’s clear she’s mad.
Kyle falls back on the bed, groaning. “First of all, please stop doing that!” He shouts, sitting up on his elbows, “Secondly, why can’t I call you beautiful, beautiful? You are…very much so…” He smirks; his jacket falling off his shoulders, down his arms. She shakes her head, kneeling on the silver sheets. “C-can I show you?” He asks, raising an eyebrow.
“Show me wh-” His lips connect to hers, catching her by surprise. The jacket piles on the floor, leaving him in a dark blue t-shirt. She leans back and he crawls on top of her, straddling her waist. He stares at her in awe, mouth ajar; his hands roam from her stomach to her breasts, unclipping the front. Ducking his head, he bites and sucks on her neck, making red marks. “Y/N, m-my name…is Y/N.” She moans, turning her head to the side.
A throaty groan escapes his lips as he rips the neon purple underwear off her. He shoves them in his pocket before tugging his black skinny jeans down his legs. “Y/N, beautiful. Like you, baby.” He purrs, pushing himself in her.
She whimpers, gripping his biceps. Smirking, he pumps in and out fast, watching her breasts bounce in front of him. “Ky-le, I…can’t…” She moans, walls clenching and knot forming in her lower stomach.
Kyle pounds harder and faster, rubbing his thumb on her cilt. Sweat coats the front of his t-shirt; his bright blond curls mat to his forehead. “Cum for me, beautiful.” He urges, hitting her G-spot just right. She cries his name one more time before he pulls out, both panting heavily. He falls on the bed, looking at her. “Now do you believe me, beautiful?” He whines, giving her a not-so-confident smile.
A sigh pushes past her lips. She glances at him, sniffling slightly. “I’m starting to.”
“Then I guess I need to try harder then.” He says in his cocky frat boy voice. Challenge accepted.